I’m not sure. I’m also not sure we’re the only ones, either. I’ve come across my fair share of bizarre humanists and atheists too. I’m a Christian and I find myself asking that more and more. Recently, while watching an extremely popular and acclaimed rocker expound upon his faith in an interview designed to dig deep, I’m struck by the ever viral nature of superstar Christianity. Not that it exists, rather that we’re surprised it does. Why are we so surprised when countless athletes, film makers, politicians, and CEO’s profess belief in and a life that follows Jesus. Let’s be honest, most people’s first thoughts are that they must have a diluted faith, or that they don’t believe in Jesus like I do. We may even explain it away as “Oh, they’re just part of this or that faith tradition”. I think at the heart of the issue is some misguided ember of Christianity that demands we be bizarre and disconnected from the world to follow Jesus.
We just cannot quite make sense of being Christian and being normal. Being Christian means I don’t drink, smoke, say swear words, or play sports on Sundays. I listen only to the 20-year-old Christian music that still happens to be playing on Christian radio as if it were just recorded. I wear Christian cloths and speak Christianese. I pray before every meal, do devotion in the morning and at night, and never miss church. I never lose my temper, talk bad about others, or get aggravated at trivial things. To top the list off, I don’t hangout with anyone who does these things either. I’m sure many of us could add to this list. I think we are fairly certain that you cannot do all that, be famously popular, and be a Christian, so when we see it, it’s like looking into the woods and spotting bigfoot. We are intrigued and terrified all at the same time, but we cannot turn away and we must run and tell others.
Recently, my wife was asked by a rather entrenched God skeptic, or so you might think based on the standard of “normal” Christian I gave above, to prove God. He didn’t want some “preacher” answer, as he stated it. He wanted her to prove God’s existence in one sentence. A one liner. A tweet, if you will. We knew him and he knew us, and yet he came to her for a real life normal answer. Why? I believe he was amazed, in a sense, that we were so normal and in love with life while maintaining our deep love for Jesus.
I don’t love life and Jesus, I love life because of Jesus, and that makes me a little less weird…. a little.